To whoom it may concern

* Authors note - I extended the whom in the title because the original spelling had been taken. To whom it may concern, Your pugnent satire is not something you hire, it is something that manifests from within, in a world full of know it all's, who too have their flaws' this ignorance will not be your sole sin, A little good in bad, a little bad in good Yin and Yang, I write as I grin. You have not seen my scenery and all that has seen me so how can you possibly furnish an informed opinion? And adding to that, albeit as to say "Judge a book by the cover" on such a mere whim? It's jugemental people like you and the arragant damage you do that make it harder for people like me, to be able to be, because what ever I do when it comes to people like you it's near on impossible to win. In my own mind, without a doubt, who is one to spout? On a subject they've never experienced! Let alone have they ever felt, and therefore know nothing solid about, yet deem themselves worthy to be Judge an Jury unsustainable and contradictory, also acting as the prosecution and defence as I stand aside listening from the dock, feeling like a child held in contempt often as if tryng to balance carefully, teetering on a narrow minded fence. Objection your Honour! When I do eventually stand up to shout! You have no real understanding of the reasons why sometimes I stumple and fall off the tracks, self confessing I'm not always a good scout, why I slip into that fey space I and others sometimes find myself in, in my times of shocking tribulation oh escape to those sweet dreamy realms...( I'm already sensing your doubt ), In those times to me, in the moment, intermedial escape even when temporary at times seem my only way out, You should praise our universe your life took on a different spin, you do not know my story! Can you feel for me?.I feel for you ! More than just lucky, that you've never had to wear my skin I am and have been dealing with my purgatory. Did you know that in other peoples downfalls it is wrong to seek self glory? Step into my lifetime, try taking a short walk in my worn linen shoes then you may actually contemplate why I 've numbed out many blues, then you might comprehend that for me to get this far, for my life to still survive, then again you may have been raised in cottonwool so that compassion may also and quite possibly never arise, but if ( lol@those two words ) you only knew, you may find in you an understanding of why at scattered intervals, that it's the wrong path that I choose. We each have our own way of coping when there's ongoing choking in our so very own lives without my friend's and my vices, and all my suffices, know this! I would not have made it through, again, to whom it may concern, look inside and if you realize it is you who fits this shoe, " I am still here " Ha! That seems like such a stupid statement to make as I typed it while i'm getting in your ear Obviously I am, because if your still reading this than you can surely hear me loud and clear. Then again this message might be computer generated, which would mean it's all fake and i'm not really here? Nah...just playing with your head to see if your still there, anyway... unless it were you that had lived my whole life right through, do not on the blind begin to attempt to analyse, or show me disrepect and think yourself more wise. I'm still very much fully alive! With highlighted sparks and the stars up above looking over me glistening in my sweet baby blue eye's. Opinions are like arseholes everybody's got one. But thats to know ones supprise.